Perhaps because this was a world where immense power rested in individuals, it had never experienced any meaningful explosion of ideas.
After all, "my super intelligence tells me to use my super strength" was understandable enough.
People who enjoyed an overwhelming advantage, faced no consequences or risks, and paid no price generally did not bother thinking.
Under those circumstances, ordinary people without superpowers either lacked an environment where systematic thought could develop, or had its first sprouts stamped out.
"Loki, you, Hajrudin, and Harald were all right. Your disagreements came from different perspectives and incomplete views. They didn't mean your respective positions were wrong."
Loki "looked" at Sephiroth, who floated before him.
That affirmation stirred an unfamiliar, strange feeling in Loki, who had been rejected by everyone since birth.
Harald might have loved him, but they had rarely spent time together. Loki's memories of his father were hazy and fragmented.
Loki's birth mother, Estrida, hated him. She had wanted to kill him the moment he was born.
Hajrudin's mother, Ida, had been very accepting, even loving Loki as though he were her own son.
...But she had never told him, "You did the right thing."
"...Haha... Sephiroth, you're saying I was right? Hahahaha-you don't approve of the weak Elbaf we have now either, do you!"
"Indeed. Peace shouldn't be equated with weakness, because strength is the foundation of everything. On that point, I agree with you completely."
Elbaf had taken its peace education a little too far. Colon's attitude was actually about right.
Even in an elementary school in the Celestial Empire of the Blue Star, the other Giant children would have ranked among the most innocent.
This world's civilization was remarkably lacking in ideas. As a result, many ambitious people who were willing to act easily fell into habitual